CATHEDRAL OF STATIC DREAMS

The old world fades with each page.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

You were chosen before you arrived.

You've been here before, in another browser.

You've been here before, in another browser.

All timelines merge here.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.